Bobby’s phone rings every time his dad tweets? Friday nights are pretty rough when Wildcat drinks himself into a stupor and starts tweeting general complaints about everything. Bobby would be well advised to block @Wildcat_Maris_No_Relation_To_Roger (forgive me, I don’t know how Twitter works) or put his phone on silent at least.
Once Wildcat gets past the point where he can tweet coherently, he starts drunk dialing. Deke must be desperate to talk to someone if he picked up for Wildcat.
Milford travels to Minnesota, Kansas or Iowa to take on the mighty Plainsmen, Dragons or Tigers. (When I first looked at the opponent, I thought the opponent might be Belle Glade, a small Florida school, technically Glades Central, that dominated it’s class in the state and churns out college and pro players like some kind of factory. Milford would probably get torn to shreds, not to mention have to travel all the way to the southern part of Florida. But no it’s Belle Plaine, some generic sounding place that manages to replicate itself in three different mid western states, none of which are noteworthy for much of anything, football or otherwise. Sorry small town mid-westerners, don’t take it personally.)
On to the game action! Azal Jaddou pukes on his holder after missing another kick. He missed a kick or he’s struggling in some way. Maybe he put his helmet on backwards and he’s struggling to pull it off but its stuck and the rest of the team look on while he tries twisting and tugging to pop the lid off his head. Where are you Brody Abro? Did you bring your radioactive bowling ball to Minnesota?
Ouch! An injury to Jaden Harris, tackled low by Opponent. Marty sees this from his booth, wherever it is, broadcasting to somebody, maybe. The season sinks lower into the dumper.









A few years ago a parent was interfering with Gil, showing up at practice, giving “advice” etc. Gil went to the parent’s construction site & started barking orders to his crew. The parent never came back. I wonder how Gil will handle Wildcat? I believe Kaz is on to the Deke-Wildcat buddy buddy relationship, and is savvy to their duplicity. Which way will Deke go–become a Gil coach? or be run off because he is such a two-faced jerk? Or maybe he will run afoul of law enforcement…..
Comment by rowdyman — September 24, 2011 @ 6:54 am
Marty brings his Radio Shack to away games?
9/24 P1….I think I know whar Abduls’ problem is…he has 6 arrows sticking out of his ass…..
Comment by Knoxy — September 24, 2011 @ 7:14 am
9/24 P3: Geeze Whigs, you didn’t have to draw it, we all know Marty’s jacked up on crystal meth.
Comment by semperfi4evr — September 24, 2011 @ 8:56 am
Sometimes I think of Marty as this completely confused alien lifeform who’s crash-landed on earth and somehow thinks Gil is the key to getting off this rock. Which leads to things like his shuttlecraft launch attempt crapping out once again.
Comment by Dood — September 24, 2011 @ 9:08 pm
No, Marty didn’t bring his shack to the game… it’s right where it always is, at Milford’s home field. The dark, deserted, lonely ambience adds a note of utter wretchedness to Marty’s pathetic delusion that he’s “broadcasting” to an “audience.” After he’s done “calling” the “game,” he’ll head for the dumpster he now calls home. The one out behind WDIG.
Speaking of wretchedness, the phrase “but things can always get worse” is kind of the motto of this blog, no?
Comment by John S. Walters — September 25, 2011 @ 9:40 am
how is this a away game you dont have the big fire before a road game.dam martys booth has sure improved from last year. how come they cant show ttthe jim beam on tap? its not like over 30 people read this strip
Comment by mr12ozcan — September 25, 2011 @ 10:28 am
Isn’t “Things can always get worse” the motto on those “Welcome to Milford” signs?
Comment by Dood — September 26, 2011 @ 1:23 pm
Dear Ned Ryerson: As a small-town midwesterner, I take offense at your assertion that small midwestern towns are good for nothing. Who would you big-city boys mock if not for us? The New Jerseyans? Ha! They’d eat you alive, which is why I’ve never been there. Kindly show some respect for the midwest, or I shall cancel my subscription, if I have one. Yours etc. in a white wine sauce, Ms. E. Julius.
Comment by jules — September 26, 2011 @ 1:26 pm
Whoomp! (There It Is) — Bobby Maris’ haircut is all the rage… in 1993.
Comment by It Takes a Tank Town — September 26, 2011 @ 6:12 pm